Tim knew it was inevitable that when you did nude scenes, pictures of your naked body were going to show up on the internet. He learned not to pay attention, even when a fan asked him to sign the back of his cell phone. He had accidentally turned the phone on and was greeted with a less than flattering shot of him from Tell Me You Love Me. He was at least twenty pounds heavier with the start of a disgusting set of man-boobs. The thunder thighs made his dick look small, too.
But the young man, a fan, was embarrassed – and apologized profusely. Tim just smiled, signed the phone and moved one. It was the price of you paid.
Then there were the scenes from Carnivale, at least those were shot in near-darkness. He was in much better shape, more like he was now, except a little younger, a little beefier around the shoulders. Of course there were screen caps of the love-making scene on the ‘net, and quite a few of them found there way through some image manipulation software to improve the exposure.
Nothing that could be done about that. If you didn’t want pictures of your naked self on the internet, you just didn’t do nude scenes.
What he didn’t expect to find were those pictures on his co-star’s own cell phone, sent to him by his own damn husband.
For the umpteenth time this season, Matt left his iPhone on his chair and walked off. Tim looked at the thing and wished that Matt would at least lock it. This was a network show and they didn’t really have dedicated PAs. It buzzed with an incoming message, the summary glowing on the lock screen. “TIM: For Your Eyes Only.” It was from Simon.
He was puzzled – why would Matt’s partner be sending him an email on Matt’s phone? He open the message and froze as icy heat build in his stomach. The message wasn’t for him. It was about him.
A series of pictures loaded. Pictures of him from Carnivale, from Tell Me You Love Me, cleaned up and properly exposed and lit and showing everything in exquisite detail. But it wasn’t the images that rocked his world; it was the simple, one line message that preceded them:
“When you get bored thinking about me while you’re jerking off, here’s something else to fuel your fantasies.”
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Tim/Matt - You Weren't Meant to See That
Date: 2012-09-19 09:27 pm (UTC)Tim knew it was inevitable that when you did nude scenes, pictures of your naked body were going to show up on the internet. He learned not to pay attention, even when a fan asked him to sign the back of his cell phone. He had accidentally turned the phone on and was greeted with a less than flattering shot of him from Tell Me You Love Me. He was at least twenty pounds heavier with the start of a disgusting set of man-boobs. The thunder thighs made his dick look small, too.
But the young man, a fan, was embarrassed – and apologized profusely. Tim just smiled, signed the phone and moved one. It was the price of you paid.
Then there were the scenes from Carnivale, at least those were shot in near-darkness. He was in much better shape, more like he was now, except a little younger, a little beefier around the shoulders. Of course there were screen caps of the love-making scene on the ‘net, and quite a few of them found there way through some image manipulation software to improve the exposure.
Nothing that could be done about that. If you didn’t want pictures of your naked self on the internet, you just didn’t do nude scenes.
What he didn’t expect to find were those pictures on his co-star’s own cell phone, sent to him by his own damn husband.
For the umpteenth time this season, Matt left his iPhone on his chair and walked off. Tim looked at the thing and wished that Matt would at least lock it. This was a network show and they didn’t really have dedicated PAs. It buzzed with an incoming message, the summary glowing on the lock screen. “TIM: For Your Eyes Only.” It was from Simon.
He was puzzled – why would Matt’s partner be sending him an email on Matt’s phone? He open the message and froze as icy heat build in his stomach. The message wasn’t for him. It was about him.
A series of pictures loaded. Pictures of him from Carnivale, from Tell Me You Love Me, cleaned up and properly exposed and lit and showing everything in exquisite detail. But it wasn’t the images that rocked his world; it was the simple, one line message that preceded them:
“When you get bored thinking about me while you’re jerking off, here’s something else to fuel your fantasies.”